The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at

craved for any touch, any relief, even

weak, my breath ragged and I knew I

peak yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged by the need that kept growing every

their taunts mingling with the

her,” one of them

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

stepped forward and ran his

as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I

my tongue up and down

with false sympathy as he turned

bet she’d do anything to make

Lyla? Do

anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking,

could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I

to find somewhere – anywhere –

collided with a solid wall of

up, an apology on my lips but the words died in

the

gaze locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and something

– tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication

fell over the room

their stares and a sickening dread pooled

signet on the third finger of his left hand and

a Lycan leader, but not just

the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the werewolf

as I realized the gravity of

was standing before the most powerful man in my world,

trembled, expecting a reprimand or

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

shame that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon Throne

were intense, a deep amber that seemed to

his

reached out, pulling me up from the ground with surprising

voice sending shivers through my already

my arm and my breath hitched

stammered but my body chose that moment to

crashed over me, stronger

against him, my vision blurring as desire

leader caught me, his grip was

now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his

glanced up at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made

Time seemed to slow.

away, the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange, charged

darkened, a flash of something raw and primal